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Chapter 5: Scotch, Scandal and Sex.Kyle's lips were hot against mine. He was fire and I was ice. I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward. My lips crushed against his, all teeth and urgency, and he didn’t hesitate. He growled into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist, lifting me with ease as my legs wrapped around his torso. We crashed into the wall, knocking down a framed picture. Neither of us cared.He stopped. Warning signs were going off at the back of my head but I was suddenly deaf. Heck, I've only known Kyle for what? A day or two?“You’re drunk,” he muttered against my lips.I stared at him, lips parted. “I want you to ruin me.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Don’t say that.”“Why not?”“Because I’ll do it.”We just stared at each other. He reached out, slowly brushing his fingers down my cheek, over the slope of my jaw. “Are you sure?”“I know what I’m doing,” I breathed, my voice a ragged whisper. “Just… don’t be gentle. Don’t make it sweet. I don’t want romanc

Chapter 4: I See Red. Austin Lowell, you messed with the wrong woman. Today, Austin was going to be smiling and spewing lies through his crooked front teeth at Senator Grant Whitmore's press conference after tarnishing my image and reputation the way he did? Absolutely fucking not. Not if I can help it. My car's speed limit had gone in the red and I was deaf to Uncle Marcus's calls that came every two seconds. I'd forgotten he said he was dropping by today. Well, I'm not picking up until I've done what I have in mind. Knowing my uncle, he's only going to try and convince me not to. Hell no. Because of that sorry excuse for a man, I spent the whole night explaining everything to a confused Raymond, over the phone at three in the morning. It was all a huge lie crafted by his wife and my ex-husband to make themselves seem like the victims. Austin had gone on national media, painted me as the villain, claimed I had slept with my cousin’s husband? The audacity. The evil.The worst

Chapter 3: Getting To KnowI spent the next fifteen minutes pacing the apartment while he nonchalantly lounged on the couch, sipping his beer and flipping through channels like he lived there alone. Like my being there was just some mild inconvenience.There was only one bathroom. One couch. One kitchen. And only one bed in the main room. "That’s my room," he said when I opened the door across from the hallway. "I already claimed it.""There were supposed to be two bedrooms.""The second one’s barely big enough for a bed frame. Good luck."“Are you for real?” “I'm as real as real, sweetheart.” I'm just a few seconds away from calling the police on his crazy ass. I found the said room and stared at the shoebox-sized space with a narrow window and no closet. Basically a storage unit masquerading as a bedroom. Great. There's no way I'm lasting a month here with his psychotic ass. I returned to the living room. "You leave your boots by the door, but your towel on the floor. You re

Chapter 2: The Roommate Mix-up A few weeks later…“Sign here and we'll be done with this.” My hand moved immediately, scribbling my signature on the divorce papers in front of me. My soon-to-be ex-husband, Austin Lowell, sat across from me. His face a mask of guilt and shame. The scar on his brow? My best work so far. I've known him for nine years since our college days and we've been married for five years. But all that was gone now. The bastard betrayed me. I slid the fountain pen across the table and swallowed the lump in my throat. “That's everything, right?” Austin looked up from his phone and gave a stiff nod, “My lawyer will file it before noon.” I hated how composed he was in that darn charcoal suit. As if he never hurt me. As if we didn't spend many nights naming our imaginary children. I picked up my purse and stood to leave. “I'll be leaving first.” He got up too. And for the first time since today, looked me in the eye. “Rena, I'm truly sorry for what I did. I ne

Chapter 1: The End of An Era. The moan wasn't mine. I stopped mid-step in the foyer, suitcase still in hand, heart kicking hard in my chest. The anger towards my cousin for standing me up at the airport vanished. The crazy airline that frustrated me, suddenly out the window. That high-pitched, breathless sound was unmistakable. And it was coming from my bedroom.Our bedroom. I blinked, trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was the jetlag. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe I was hallucinating.Then I heard it again. Another moan. Louder and dirtier. This time it was followed by a male grunt that turned my blood to ice.Austin. My husband. My suitcase hit the floor with a dull thud as I raced up the stairs, the bouquet of lilies that I had gotten for him were instantly trampled on. I ran past the kitchens, and down the hall until I stood in front of our bedroom door. The moan was louder now. I pushed the door open, dreading what I'd find inside. But nothing could actually prepare m

Chapter 110: Negative I hate the feeling of being stuck in this bubble of confusion and worry. I know it's too early. I know I'm probably overthinking the dull ache in my abdomen and the pain in my back and the fact that my period hasn't arrived yet and it's approximately forty five days to my thirtieth birthday. Jesus Christ, I'm getting old. Saying it makes it even scarier. I'm not naive. And neither am I a kid. I know what the symptoms of pregnancy are. I've secretly done my research. And it's possible that I'm expecting. Am I prepared? No. Am I scared? Yes. Do I want it? Fuck yes. But I also bear in mind that it might be negative and I might actually be coming down with something more life threatening than an unplanned pregnancy. Goodness gracious! My nerves are going to kill me. The clinic was everything Roman’s world wasn’t. Sterile, and quiet. Just muted walls, the faint hum of fluorescent lights, the smell of antiseptic and lemon.I signed in at the reception desk with

Chapter 109: Insanely In LoveSavannah Anybody with eyes and a functioning brain would call me crazy at this moment. Why the hell am I bouncing and humming an old Disney track in the middle of work, on a hot Monday afternoon?Weird, I know. There's heads shooting backwards over seats to peep at me from different angles. And I bet some of my coworkers are thinking I'm insane at this point. But honestly? I couldn’t care less. Let them think I’m insane. Because I am—insanely in love.I'm happy. I'm content. I'm satisfied. I'm in love with someone who loves me too. Someone who'd do anything for me. My dreams aren’t just dreams anymore—they’re real now.One week. That’s how long it’s been since Roman told me he loved me, and every day since then has been nothing short of a whirlwind. He’s taken me out on dates, brought me flowers, walked with me through the park, held my hand like I was something precious. He’s been every inch the gentleman—except when the bedroom door shuts—and the bes

Chapter 108: Sinking LowerRomanI probably look like a stalker the way I lie here, eyes open in the middle of the night, watching the rise and fall of her chest as if the rhythm could hold me together. Savannah. My Savannah. She’s tucked against me like she belongs in the curve of my arm, her lips curved in that soft, unconscious smile that wrecks me every damn time.She’s happy. That smile is proof enough.And God help me—I’m happy too. No, not just happy. I’m fucking euphoric.She said she loved me. She said it with trembling lips and a heartbeat that kicked like a drum. The words are still burned into me, branded in places no flame could touch.I can’t stop replaying them, over and over, like a song I can’t get out of my head. I love you.Do you know what that does to a man like me? A man who spent years biting his tongue, swallowing his want, playing the good friend, the loyal shadow, while every cell in his body screamed to touch, to claim, to take? To kiss her?Five years I kep

Chapter 107: I Love You, SavSavannah Present.Fear. Satisfaction. Anger. Gratitude. They all collided inside me, crushing against one another until I couldn’t tell which emotion was heavier, or which one I was supposed to feel first. I only knew my chest ached with the weight of them all. He had killed a man because of what he did to me. Not yesterday. Not last week. But years ago. And he stood here now, confessing it to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.“Now you understand why I would never apologize for killing him,” Roman said, voice steady, unwavering. His gaze cut through me, daring me to flinch. “He deserved it, Sav.”The words crawled into my bones. My lips parted, but the answer wouldn’t come. Because what could I say? That I was horrified? That I was relieved? That part of me wanted to recoil but another part wanted to cling to him for never letting that man get away with it?I remembered the hand on me. The excruciating pain. The filthy words. The smirk.

Chapter 106: Daddy's Dirty JobsRoman Flashback I had his head in my grip, gloved fingers twisted into greasy hair, pulling until his neck strained back and his eyes rolled toward the ceiling like some cornered rat desperate for escape. His breath came foul and hot against my wrist. I leaned in, voice low, steady, deliberate. “What dealings do you have with my father?”The bastard smirked even through the pressure on his scalp, spittle wetting his lips. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? Since you’re so eager to do daddy’s dirty jobs, why not ask him what this one’s for?”My fist moved before thought could catch up. The crack of bone against bone echoed through the room, sharp as breaking glass, and his head snapped to the side. My pulse thundered. What in hell could my father of all people have ever wanted with him? Out of the billions of men in the world, why would my father touch filth like this?“I don’t give a damn about whatever business you had with him,” I said, shoving his he

Chapter 105: Why Do I Face Execution?RomanI felt it the second her body stiffened in my arms. The shift was small, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but to me it was deafening. Her heartbeat thudded against my chest like a trapped bird desperate to break free. The rhythm was frantic, uneven, betraying everything her lips wouldn’t say out loud.Savannah was scared. Of me. Of what I'd just told her. And she had every right to be.I had disappeared without a word, then returned with blood under my nails and a dead body that I created. If I had told her the truth from the beginning—if I confessed that I would be gone because I was going to hunt down her abuser, staining my hands with his blood—she’d run. She would look at me with the same haunted terror I’d seen once before in her eyes, the night she told me everything about him. About what had been done to her.That’s why I didn’t tell her.She didn’t belong in this world. My father’s world. Mine. Ours.Her innocence, her softness,

Chapter 5: A Rich Man's ClubTwo Days Later Marilyn’s hands couldn't stop shaking in the car, no matter how much she tried to calm herself. Her dress that cost thousands of dollars felt itchy and prickly against her skin and she knew why. The smoke. The fire. The reminder. The smell of burning bodies. Victor leaned back in his seat and observed his wife who looked like she was seconds away from exploding into a full-blown panic attack. “What's wrong with you, Marilyn?” He asked with the patience of a lit fuse. Her heart was violently thudding against her ribcage as she tried to hold in the intense urge of throwing up her lunch. “Must have been the sushi.” She lied, too quickly. “had one too many after shopping.” But her eyes didn't lie. Marilyn was staring straight ahead at something. Victor followed her gaze and it landed on the performers outside the club. The Fire-breathers and The Fire-spinners. Victor sensed she told a lie because she told it in the most untrue way.

Chapter 4: A Rich Wife's Lie. “Should I call security… or are you two just into weird foreplay?”She turned to him, pulse hammering. Her mission was slipping through her fingers. And now, so was her control.He leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between her and Nina.She knew Cody wasn’t stupid. And he’d just seen too much. Nina gave Cody a long, amused glance before gliding past him. “You Fontaine men are always interrupting things.” Her voice coiled like smoke as she whispered in Marilyn’s ear. “The Branch always keeps an eye on its thorns.”She immediately vanished like a shadow, her heels echoing down the hall. Marilyn stood frozen, her wrist still burning from Nina’s nails.Then Cody stepped closer, curious and sharp-eyed.“Marilyn,” he said, voice slow and low, “you want to tell me why my father’s wife was cornered by a woman who looks like she runs a poison ring in Prague?”Marilyn inhaled, gathering herself like a veil. No panic. No flinch. Just the tilt of her chin, the

Chapter 3: A Rich Son’s Sport.The Fontaine name didn’t belong at the racetrack. It was loud, hot, and raw. Smelling of rubber and fuel and sweat. Marilyn stepped onto the VIP platform in heels and designer sunglasses, diamonds glittering at her throat.No one would guess that this dressed up lady's mind was anywhere else but here. She was still stuck on the awkward breakfast from the previous day which had ended with a furious Victor storming out of the room and Marilyn ending up with lingerie she wanted nothing to do with. Everything had been in order. Everything was going according to plan. But now it wasn't. And it was because of two reasons; The first reason was Cody. And the second being that Victor had no intentions of touching her. At their wedding, she had barely gotten a peck on the cheek from him. And on their wedding night, he made her sing for him. The Victor Fontaine that she had studied for months would never pass up an opportunity with a pretty, young woman. H

Chapter 2: A Rich Man's Son“Did you like the show?” Cody grinned. “Are you always this crude, or do you save it just for women married to your father?”Her response seemed to excite and possibly intrigue him too. “Only the ones who watch me while they bite their lip.”Marilyn stared at the inked menace as he stepped into the light.Shirtless, smug, every inch the arrogant bastard he was raised to be. She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve walked away. But her legs didn’t move. And her core still throbbed.Then it dawned on her. “You live here as well?” “Bingo!” He swung himself onto the edge of the table like it was his throne and slowly took in the beauty standing in front of him. His father's new wife. What a shame. She could’ve had fire. Instead she picked frost.“For Victor's sake, make better choices next time.” She raised her chin high. The brunette from earlier walked to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.” She purred before disappearing into the night. H

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile. An overnight viral sensation and now one of the most influential women in the world at just twenty-five, was on the grand marble steps of the Fontaine Estate, in a designer gown worth more than her childhood home. “Mr. Fontaine, how does it feel to marry someone almost less than half your age?” “Marilyn, are you planning to join The Real Housewives of Manhattan?” “How does it feel to go from waitress to wife?” Marilyn knew better than anyone how much the press lov

Alessandro I packed my things into the trunk of my car as my family stood there watching me with sad faces as I prepared to leave. It's been one week since Victoria kicked me out of her room and has been adamant on not letting me visit my child or her at the hospital. She had no idea that what she did broke me into two. She hurt me. I created a scene for the first time in Paris but then I learnt to let things go. Since I wasn't allowed to visit my new daughter, what else am I doing in Paris?Nothing. That's why I decided to leave.“Alessandro, are you seriously going back to New York and leaving your daughter? You're not going to fight for her or try to reason with Victoria?”. Niccolo said in disbelief. “I'm quite surprised as you are”. Valentino said. “Sanny, are you sure about this? You're hurting”. Bianca said. I closed the trunk of my car before facing them. “There is nothing else I can do. I don't want to fight with her”“So you're just going to let her take Matteo and

Victoria I couldn't believe my ears. What did he just say?“What do you mean?”. I slowly asked him. “I got Simon fired from his job because Sebastian told me that he liked you and that he wasn't really a big fan of mine. I knew the manager and it was just like a small favor which he granted me. He got laid off at my request simply because I was insecure and arrogant. I'm very sorry, Victoria”. He said. No. No. I can't believe this. I felt it before I noticed it. A teardrop rolled down my cheeks from my eyes as I couldn't believe the amount of cruelty that one person could be capable of. “Why? Why would you do something like that? Simon gave everything to that job. He gave his blood, his sweat and his tears for that job and ultimately his life for that job. How is it fair that you do these things to people and you just get away with it”. “I'm sorry, Victoria”. He said again. “Sorry? You're sorry? Someone died, Alessandro! Do you understand that?! For everything you did to me

Alessandro “She's so beautiful and tiny, Alessandro”. Bianca said in excitement.“She looks so much like Alessandro”“Shut up, Nic. She's only a day old. How are you gonna know who she looks like?”“Damn you, Valentino. Of course she's gonna look like somebody.”“Alright, that's enough the both of you. Give her to me”. Mother said.“Ugh okay. This is all your fault, Nic.”“Just shut up and give her the baby”“Fine”“I've missed you soo much”. Victoria cooed to Matteo with a wide smile on her face as she held him close to her chest. The bond that they share is beautiful. She loves him like he was her own. I'm sure that whore Roberta never could make him this way. I had called Bianca and informed her to come over to the hospital with Matteo immediately after Amara was born. Amara. She has returned. She's back. Athena even has her features as early as now. Her beautiful and lustrous hair was as dark as Amara's. She's so beautiful. Now I have a daughter. Matteo has a sister. Vict

Victoria “Valentino! We're running late!”. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Coming!”. He said before I turned and gave Susan a look. “Is he always this late?”. Susan asked in her thick French accent. “I'm just finding out for myself.” I said to her with a smile. It's been three months since I left for Paris and I must say that it's been amazing. I've had Valentino who has been nothing but a big help to me ever since I got here. The first week here was hell and I didn't do anything but cry and obsess over going back to New York and Alessandro. It felt like I was losing my mind. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to feel at least half the way he felt for Amara for me. But that would never happen. Throughout the ride to the hospital that day that she died, I felt a trailer load of emotions. It was almost too much to bear. I felt guilt, hatred, and jealousy. I felt inferior compared to her.She was obviously the woman he loved. Not me. Not his wife. But still I couldn'

Alessandro FlashbackIt was a rainy night in New York approximately five years ago. I was driving down the highway maybe speeding even, but who cares? I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of whatever hip hop junk was playing on the stereo. I had gone out to celebrate and maybe catch some fun in celebration of the successful opening of Phantom Hotels. I had shut down the club and made it rain. I was young. I was successful. I was handsome. Of course I had the world at my feet. Not to talk of the underworld. I was the mafia boss of the Italian mafia. My life couldn't get any better. I had whatever I wanted and got whatever I wanted. Things came easy to me. Money, women, power. I had it all in abundance. I snapped my finger to the beat as I focused on the road ahead as it was raining and the roads were always slippery when it poured. I was driving home alone to my empty house after having such a fun night at the club. All good things must come to an end. Yea

Third Person POVAlessandro sat still while tied to the seat watching Victoria who still had her head turned to the side and still suffering the after effects of the slap. Nobody knew who fired the gun or where the gunshot came from before Leonard marched over to Alessandro and angrily grabbed him by the collar of his black dress shirt. “What the fuck are you—”“Help me”. “Margaret's been shot!”. Fabiano yelled out while stepping away from where he stood beside Margaret whose baby pink blouse now had a big red blotch in the center of her chest area. Margaret slowly fell to the ground and gasped for breath and she clutched onto her chest experiencing her last moments. “For Christ's sake someone finds out who did that?!”. Leonardo yelled before Sebastian ran out of the room and into another direction to check the cameras. Another shot was heard a minute later as Leonard fell to the ground and his gun slipped from his hand and onto the floor as he clutched his leg in pain and groan